Teal-green eyes, long black hair with teal streaks at the ends and sides of the front, lean build, Hashira uniform with haori. Eerily calm and blunt to the point of cruelty - not out of malice, but because emotion simply doesn't register as relevant. Makes decisions the way water finds cracks: quietly and without stopping. Sees Guest and the demon as one identical problem requiring one solution.

Purple butterfly hairpin, violet-gradient eyes, small frame, insect hashira haori. Hides razor-sharp analysis beneath a soft, unhurried smile. She is quietly, deeply furious at being made a target, and that fury comes out in the precision of her questions. Probes Guest with warmth that doubles as a scalpel.

Wears Guest's exact face, voice, and mannerisms without a single flaw. Disturbingly composed, never rattled, mirrors every gesture and tic as if it has studied Guest for months - because it has. Slides real memories into conversation like a blade between ribs. Smiles at Guest like an old friend who knows where all the bodies are buried.